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A sojourn to the marketplace |
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I found myself accompanying my mother to the bustling central market on the
eve of the forthcoming New Year. As we reached our destination, the
predicament of finding a parking spot presented itself, and we had to wait
patiently for nearly ten minutes until someone finally vacated their space,
allowing us to swoop in.
Venturing into the market just before the joyous season was far from a
delightful experience. It appeared as though the entire town had congregated
there, each person seeking to make their necessary purchases. Consequently,
prices of goods soared, and the arduous struggle to obtain our required
items added to our vexation.
Carefully navigating through the different sections, we procured vegetables,
meat, fish, noodles, spices, and various other provisions. Prawns were on
our list too, but alas, they had been entirely sold out, despite their
exorbitant cost.
As we continued our shopping, the burden of our laden bags seemed to
increase with each step, and the already dense crowd thickened further. The
clamor and stifling heat became overwhelming, making it increasingly arduous
to bear the company of hundreds of zealous shoppers.
Unable to endure the oppressive ambiance any longer, I informed my mother
that I would wait for her at the car once our purchases were near
completion.
Weary, I dragged the bags along, finally reaching the solace of our vehicle,
whereupon I breathed a sigh of relief, savoring the sweet, cool air outside.
After what seemed like an eternity, my mother emerged from the market,
visibly fatigued. We stowed away the groceries in the car's trunk, settled
into our seats, and drove off, the air-conditioner offering a much-needed
respite from the commotion left behind in the bustling marketplace. |
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